A/U:I have no title for this story yet! ' Three years' is just because I couldn't think of anything else. Any suggestions welcomed!
Aaaand... again, SOOORRY for my english. I'm still learning!
Edit: 11/04/2014 Grammatical mistakes fixed, and some phrases added by Foxyrules... THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Vegeta never liked the feeling he got after purging a planet… not because his conscience would make him feel something, no. Because any sense of freedom he could acquire while purging or investigating planets was over once he was back on Planet Cold.
Eleven months, it's been eleven months since that changed. Even when he knew he had to face Frieza, after twelve years, there was something that made him want to come back…
more like someone.
Zorna.
After being taken from his home planet, Vegeta never saw a female Saiyan again. Then Vegetasei was destroyed, and there was absolutely no chance that he could find a mate, neither he was interested.
Until he met Zorna.
The young woman was from a distant planet in the h-57 sector, it was purged before she was born, but some of her species succeed in escaped and were taken as slaves. Her race was not strong like Saiyans, but she was a natural warrior. Since her fighting talents were prevalent from young age, she was trained and, like him, was one of Freiza's soldiers.
Despite Radditz and Nappa's efforts during his teen years, Vegeta had no interest in women. He liked women, but found no satisfaction when he couldn't find one that would at least looked Saiyan enough. For years his only focus was on training to get stronger and kill Frieza.
He met Zorna on a purging mission. Since he had disobeyed Frieza (again), he was sent on a long, boring, purging mission on a planet. Nappa and Radditz were not allowed to come, that would have been too much fun with his monkey-soldiers.
But this turned out better than he initially thought. The woman had black hair and grey eyes. Her anatomy was similar to a saiyan's, minus the tail. She was as muscular as a female Saiyan, as far as he remembered, and her skin was a pale shade of yellow. In the beginning he didn't even look at her, he was not interested in team work, his plan was to kill everything in his sight and get the hell off that planet. But she insisted in participating in the genocide.
Zorna was as twisted and cold-blooded as he was. She seemed to enjoy murdering more than him. She even made games out of the corpses and enjoyed taking the life out of her victims. She was way more sadistic than he was.
While Vegeta would kill weaklings without even thinking, with a blank expression, one after another, it was just about finishing the job. She was laughing and toying with her victims and made some of them believe they could escape. In a twisted way…That was attractive to him.
He only found enjoyment in playing with his prey when they fought back. With weaklings it was generally a quick death. But she seemed full of life, she was crazy, he knew that. But who wasn't in Frieza's army?
In less time that he would've liked to admit, he was crazy for her. It felt like that crazy female put a spell on him. Once they were back on planet Cold the meet whenever they could. Vegeta would even spar with her, even though it put delays in his training schedule. But he didn't care, he wanted to spend more time with her, and what better than to spar with his mate?
Yes, he had trouble admitting it, but she became his mate. She was the only female he had ever been with, and he felt he didn't need to meet any other, she was the one.
For years the only thing that had made him leave his bed in the morning, was the thought of getting strong enough to kill Frieza that was his fuel. But now, there was Zorna, too. It was fun to live again, to trust.
They had a plan; they would escape. Vegeta would train until he was strong enough, and then he would come back and kill Frieza.
Until that day…
It's been eleven months since they were together, and it was a secret. Of course Nappa and Radditz noticed something, but they kept their mouths shut, for Vegeta's sake… and their own.
But nothing could last for too long, not when it was something good especially for Vegeta. He thought they had everything planned, they would leave soon. He already procured a pod that they could share, he had a hard time re-programming it, but he did it. The night he planned for their escape, he walked out of his quarters looking for her as he always did. He walked through the shadows to the training facilities as usual. But things were oddly… quiet.
Immediately the lights went on blinding him for a couple of seconds.
"Hello, hello, my little pet."
Vegeta didn't need his eyes to know that was Frieza.
"Looking for someone?" Asked Frieza.
Vegeta adjusted his eyes to the light and saw Frieza standing in the middle of the room, with his arms crossed.
Vegeta didn't answer.
"Perhaps I could help you," Frieza said, looking to his left. Then Zarbon walked in with Zorna.
Vegeta's heart was trying to leave his body through his mouth. His mind was blank with terror. Did they take her? Is she hurt? Who told them?
But what puzzled him the most was the look in her eyes.
She was not scared.
"Surprised?" chuckled Frieza. "I hope so, I do love surprises. And I imagine this one is fit for you".
Vegeta was still speechless.
"So my monkey… you were going to escape, weren't you?" Asked Frieza with a sick tone.
Vegeta frowned.
"And… if I'm not wrong to kill you my lord" Continued Zarbon chuckling.
"Oh yes, yes, I forgot about that one. What an ambitious monkey you are!" Frieza was smirking, then he looked to his side eyeing Zorna, then Vegeta.
"Did you like her, Monkey?"
Frieza kept smirking when he saw he was getting no words out of Vegeta. "Don't tell me you're surprised Monkey Boy. If you are, then you're even more stupid than I initially thought". Frieza chuckled, then he looked at Zarbon "Oh my, Zarbon. I think our Monkey Prince actually believed her!"
Zarbon chuckled, "Well my lord, monkeys live by obeying their instincts. They don't really do a lot of thinking".
"I guess you're right. And, you, my dear" Said Frieza looking at Zorna "Did you enjoy your fling with our monkey?"
"Of course not, my lord. I got enough information out of him and gave it to you. I have no interest in being with… that, he is more a monkey than a man". She answered stoically.
Something inside Vegeta was being destroyed, not his heart, he knew he had none. But in his chest, it felt worse than any physical pain he had ever felt before.
"Well, Monkey, I guess you've learned your lesson. I'm surprised you actually trusted someone in my army. Now I guess we only have your punishment to deal with" Freiza seemed let the issue go as if nothing happened. Then he looked at Zarbon and Zorna dismissing them.
Both left and Vegeta glared at Zorna while she left the room. The female had a smirk on her face.
"I can't believe you fell for the oldest trick in the book." Frieza chuckled. "You know I should be really mad, after all you betrayed me and tried to run away. But the look on your face right now, Monkey, is priceless."
Then Frieza took him by the collar of his suit and punched him to the floor.
"I thought after all these years I taught you better. You fooled me. Pretending to be a loyal, cold warrior who was not interested in anything but war and destruction. Now, look what you just did, you filthy monkey."
Vegeta couldn't talk, because of the massive punch to his gut, but even if he had absolutely no physical problem, he still couldn't. He was speechless.
Some soldiers took him to the dark cells… he had no idea how exactly they took him there, but now he could only see… well, he couldn't see anything.
The dark cells were tiny black boxes where he couldn't stand up or lay down. They were made with no windows or doors, so the prisoners would lose all perception of time. Most went insane after being there for too long. It was not his first time in the dark cells. Honestly, at that moment, he couldn't care less; the pain he had on his chest was too much to bear.
Treacherous bitch.
She was laughing at him, in his face, after all the time they shared.
"SHUT UP I DON'T CARE!" screamed a female voice.
Vegeta woke up in a sweat.
It was another of his nightmares… his past kept coming back to haunt him. Thanks to Kami, a loud female voice woke him up. Vegeta sat on his bed pressing his forearm against his eyes. He usually had nightmares about his past, but not so often from that chapter of his life.
There was no way he could fall asleep again, his heart was still racing, and well... with that blasted noise coming from the other room, he couldn't anyway.
The woman was screaming again, probably at her weakling mate. They were arguing in the living room, three floors under his room. But his blasted Saiyan hearing could pick up her screeching.
'Kami, she screams like a banshee.' Then he looked at the digital clock to his left.
03:25
The weakling wasn't at home when he went to bed, so that might be the reason why she was screaming at him. It was funny to watch her screaming. Both were extremely weak... well they were humans, but she compared to him had a laughable power level, yet the weakling would still run like a coward when she released the kraken.
'Released... SHE WAS the Kraken.'
It didn't seem to amuse Scarface, as it amused him... well he was a weakling, the human indeed feared the woman from time-to-time.
Well... since there was no sleep for him any time soon, he could at least get something to eat, and amuse himself a little with the humans' banter. Walking down the stairs he could hear the conversation even more clearly.
"But, Honey, I really..."
"I SAID, I DON'T CARE! Get the hell out of here!" She screamed again.
"Where am I going to go?"
"Well what about your friends' house, since they're "such great pals"? I can't believe you stood me up for them, AGAIN!"
"Babe, I told you I really forgot, you know I've been stressed with the androids and..."
"OUT!"
Yamcha sighed and left defeated.
Bulma slammed the door violently behind him. She turned to walk back to the kitchen only to find a smirking Saiyan eating ice-cream.
"And what the hell are you doing here?!" She asked annoyed.
"Enjoying the show."
"Oh, you're just a sad little man, you get off from our fights, don't you?" She growled at him.
"Woman, there's absolutely nothing, little, about me" He said looking back at his spoon dismissing her.
"Ugh, you and your Napoleon complex!"
"Whose complex?" He raised his head not sure if he should be offended.
"Short-man syndrome," she answered, smirking, while taking some ice-cream from him.
"I'm taller than you!" He growled.
Bulma only smirked, knowing she won that round.
"And what are you smirking about woman? Didn't you just kick your sorry excuse for a mate out of the house?" He said trying to make her mad again.
"He's not my mate, he's my boyfriend! Learn the difference you dumbass!"
It was Vegeta's turn to smirk now.
Bulma growled and continued "We had a date! And he stood me up, AGAIN!" She swallowed a full spoon of ice-cream furiously. "What is he thinking? Coming home after that, reeking of beer, and trying to make a move on me." Huffing some more, "He stood me up! And for what? His 'baseball teammates'." She said with a male voice, "Screw them! If he likes them so much, let THEM comfort him at night!"
Vegeta moved the ice-cream away. "Woman, your sexual life is of no interest of me, and don't bring it up, it's disgusting".
Bulma smirked taking the ice-cream for herself. "Well, if that makes you eat less, then I'll bring it up at lunch time more often".
"For someone with your status on this planet, you would think you'd be less vulgar" He frowned at her.
"King Vegeta, you're such a prude," she said snorting.
"It's Prince, Weakling. Learn the difference," he frowned deeper.
"Well, technically, you would be the King," she said, moving her spoon.
"Technically they're all dead, and I'm the prince".
"Well, when you turn like eighty, will you say 'I'm Prince Vegeta'" She said imitating his voice. "Because you know, that would sound just ridiculous."
"Meh, I'll be dead way before that," he said taking back the ice-cream.
"I guess you're right, I have no idea how you're still alive with that attitude of yours," she answered.
Vegeta smirked at her response.
"Why are you up anyway?" she asked.
Vegeta's smirk faded. "Your screeching woke me up".
Bulma looked at him with wide eyes. "Sorry about that". Then she began to take a better look at him. He was watching the ice-cream again, but he looked tired, and sweaty.
"Were you having nightmares?" she asked.
Vegeta stopped eating and looked at her frowning.
"Come on, you can't deny it. I've heard you before, you know?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Woman?" he growled.
"Well, exactly what I said. I've heard you. You scream sometimes," she said, watching her spoon.
"I do not scream, Woman. I'm Saiyan I don't..."
"Yeah, yeah, I know you've got everything under control," she interrupted, rolling her eyes. "What was it about?"
"That's none of your business!" he said a little bit too defensive.
"Come on, Vegeta. You've been living with me for more than a year, and you don't talk with anybody but me".
"I don't have to, I already regret the fact that I have to talk to a weakling like you! But since you're a horrible servant, I have to lower myself to talk to you".
"You are aware that I can turn off your gravity room. Aren't you?" She said to him growling.
"Aren't you aware that I can snap your chubby neck with two fingers?" He answered back.
She took her spoon and threw it to him, he avoided and turned to look at her "HA! You missed"
"BAM"
She threw the ice-cream carton at him immediately after the spoon, taking Vegeta off-guard.
"MY NECK IS NOT CHUBBY!" she screamed at him.
Vegeta, thanking Kami the damn carton was already empty, glared at her. Then he realized her eyes were on fire, her body posture screamed battle... which was kind of hot for him.
"Woman..." he said calmly smirking. "You can't even wear necklaces, because you'd have to wonder which crease you would put it on".
She screeched very loud and jumped to attack him. But immediately he disappeared from her view. She looked all around her, and saw him sitting on the stairs smirking.
"I guess the fat makes you slow."
Bulma was about to attack him again, but then she stopped. "Oooh, I know what this is about" She smirked.
Vegeta a little confused with her change of mood arched an eyebrow.
"You actually think I'm pretty!" She said smirking and putting both her hands on her hips.
Vegeta snorted.
"Oh, but I can't blame you, I mean. I've been called one of the most beautiful women on Earth."
"By who, your mother?"
She gave him a very false laughter and continued. "No, don't be ridiculous. By press, magazines, and well... I recall certain Saiyan saying something on a distant planet called Namek, that I was gorgeous…" She said smirking.
Vegeta, cornered by his own words. "Gorgeous and majestic as a walrus could be."
"Whatever, Veggie, I know you meant it," she said smirking as she passed by him going up the stairs.
"WENCH!"
'Blasted woman!'
Vegeta was lying on his bed, trying to fall asleep. The wench got the best from him again. After a few more minutes of not sleeping, he decided to invest some time training.
Bulma sighed, as she lied on her bed looking at the ceiling.
Her encounter with Vegeta had lightened her mood a little bit, but she couldn't forget about what happened with Yamcha hours ago.
Her and Yamcha's relationship had always been on-and-off again. When Radditz arrived on Earth looking for his brother, she and Yamcha were on one of their "off" times. She thought he was cheating on her, so they broke up. Then he died...
When Yamcha was brought back, it felt like a fresh start for both of them. But somewhere in the middle of his resurrection, and the Android's warning, things began to wither. They were seeing each other less and less. She would even find herself embracing cancelled plans with him. They barely saw each other, maybe once every ten days. The phone calls went down to every third or fourth day. When she realized what was happening, she decided that if the relationship was supposed to work, they would have to make a better effort. Step one: spend more time together.
She explained her plan to Yamcha, and he seemed to agree with her. But, he always agreed anyway... Then on the day they set a romantic date... Yamcha forgot. She was sure she was mad at him. But she was not sure if it was because it was supposed to break her heart, or because he pretty much canceled a night that might have included sex...And hell she needed it...
'It had been three months? More... He went to train in the desert, so it's been longer... I think'.
And the lack of it was driving her crazy, especially living with "Mr. Tight Pants" around. What the hell was it with Saiyans? Why are they so hot?
'Nope, no... Nappa was kind of gross...'
With no sex and with the prince of the Saiyans and his tight pants, big muscles and his bad boy attitude... that was cruel. She knew she was noticing Vegeta more and more, because of her lack of sex-life... it was only natural!
But now Yamcha kept failing at filling the part, so what was she supposed to do?
'Lie on your bed look at the ceiling...'
She sighed again and rolled to her side to try to sleep.
The next day, around midday, Yamcha walked into Capsule Corporation. He was rubbing his temples, he had way too many beers last night.
He didn't mean to forget his date with Bulma, but it had really just left his mind.
After practice, the whole team was in a sports bar drinking and laughing. It was relaxing to spend time with normal people... people who were not super-smart, or aliens, or one-minded fighters.
When he arrived 'home', she was waiting for him in the living room. Damn she was scary. She couldn't sense or control ki, but if she could, she would've blasted his head clean off his shoulders.
Somehow in his drunken state, he knew that they were supposed to have a romantic date, so what did he do?... the worst thing he could have done...make a move...
Bad, bad, baaaaad decision. The kick to his balls made him regret it, immediately. She was furious, and he couldn't blame her. But he could blame her for other things...
He unconsciously held his breath as he knocked on the door.
After a while, Bulma opened the door and immediately frowned at him. She didn't say anything, she just let him in the house.
"We need to talk about yesterday," he said.
"I'm listening," she said a little tense. Yamcha sat on the couch and looked outside. The gravity room lights were on, so that meant Vegeta was in there training.
"I'm here to apologize, but I'm not looking for you to forgive me."
She arched an eyebrow.
"Yes, what I did yesterday was bad, really bad... all of it, from forgetting our date, to what I tried last night... But..." He seemed to be collecting his thoughts before talking. "There are way too many things that are not working between us right now, Babe."
'Oh great, we're breaking up... AGAIN,' she thought sighing.
"I think we've been holding in certain things that are bothering us about each other. For instance, I just can't let go of the fact that you're housing the very man that killed me."
"The green slugs killed you, not Vegeta" She interrupted.
"And you're defending him. Just please listen to what I have to say!"
Bulma swallowed her words. "ok".
"I know Goku trusts him now, but I don't. And I know you are not like Goku either, so I just can't understand how you keep letting a mass-murdering psychopath live in your house!"
Bulma didn't answer, she looked at him to see if he wanted to continue. "Can I talk now?"
Yamcha nodded.
"He's changed, Yamcha! I saw it on Namek, we all saw it. He saved us. If it wasn't for him, we would have died there! I owe him my life, and... It's not like he's the only one with a past. Look around us! You were a thief, a dessert bandit. Tien was an assassin. Piccolo was a killer, demon king... None of us are angels. I can't judge him, not for what he was forced to do under that tyrant. I can't even imagine the conditions he had to endure all those years. What he does from now on is what matters to me, because nobody owns him now. And you know what? It's been a year and a half, and he hasn't killed anybody! Doesn't that say something to you?"
"You knew I didn't trust him, and you invited him to live here, anyway. And he's still here!" He answered back.
"Where was he supposed to go, uh? To live with ChiChi? Perhaps let him find his way among the general public?... would that have been better. There's a lot of space in this building, so I don't see what's the big deal! If you are so worried about it, why don't you spend your nights here and make sure he behaves, yourself? Oh I forgot, you prefer your bachelor life style," she said rolling her eyes.
"What bachelor's life are you talking about, I'm with you!" He spat.
"Well you were with me before, but that didn't seem to stop you, did it?" She said back.
"Oh my god, Bulma! I screwed it up ages ago, but you're still bringing that up! I'm only with you. Why can't you trust me?!"
"I can't trust you because you broke my trust years ago! What the hell do you want me to think when I don't see you for days, when you don't want to spend nights here, with me?" she asked. At that point Bulma was crying in rage.
"I can't live here because I can't stand THIS!" He said pointing at her and at himself.
Silence.
They stood looking at each other, but neither of them spoke.
"So that's it now, you can't stand be with me anymore?" She said frowning with her voice broken.
"I didn't mean that, it came out wrong," Yamcha tried to apologize.
"But it's true, isn't it?"
"Bulma, you're not an easy woman"
Bulma snorted "Perfect, it's my fault now."
"No it isn't. We both failed," Yamcha walked near her. "But I just can't deal with this anymore, I can't have someone at my side that has no trust in me... I can't... I don't think I want to be with a woman that gets herself in danger over and over again, because... I want someone normal"
Those words hurt her deeply, she closed her eyes feeing tears coming.
"You're an amazing woman, Bulma. But after I died, I realized... I don't want to chase monsters and aliens forever. I want a normal life. I will train for the androids... but that's it. I don't want to keep living with the knowledge that something is coming to kill me... You... you're different."
She looked at him.
"Hell you even went to see Frieza for yourself, all I wanted was to get the hell out of there... You'll always be looking for trouble, Bulma. But all I want at this point is a simple life".
It hurt, but she nodded knowing what he said was truth. Yamcha hugged her tightly resting his chin on her head. "I'm going to miss us, believe me."
"Me, too," she said crying.
"But we'll still see each other... as friends, right?" He said taking a step back to look at her face.
Bulma nodded, but she wasn't so sure about that idea. Yamcha smiled at her, gave her a kiss on the forehead and left. Bulma slowly sat down on the couch, looking at nothing specific while the tears kept running down her cheeks.
It was late and he was hungry. He felt the weakling's presence in the compound around lunch time. He guessed the woman took him back, so he would be there at lunch.
That thought made him loose his appetite...
He had a disdain for all the earthlings, but why he hated that scar-faced idiot was beyond his understanding. There was something inside him, that little annoying voice that would tell him that he hated him, because of her.
He had to kill that woman, she was becoming a nuisance. He opened his eyes there she was, he was going to eat, there she was again moving her big round hips.
'BLASTED WOMAN!'
She was the biggest distraction he had ever encountered. Her presence was worse than those little voices in his head laughing at him for not being a Super Saiyan.
He walked in the house to find the woman sitting on the couch. She looked like hell, watching television with dead eyes. He resisted the urge to ask what the hell happened to her, and walked into the kitchen.
After a while she walked in and looked at him a little surprised, she didn't know he was already inside the house.
With the light of the kitchen, he could see the mess that was her face.
"And what the hell happened to you?" He finally asked feigning disinterest.
She looked down and mumbled "Yamcha happened."
Vegeta rolled his eyes, he couldn't understand how someone that was supposed to be so smart, could be so stupid enough to be with a weakling like him. Kami, even Cue Ball would be a better mate for her!
"He cheated on you again?" He asked. He knew the weakling wasn't faithful for what he overheard in their MANY loud discussions.
"Yes... no... I don't know. I doesn't matter anymore. We broke up," She answered, not really trying to think. 'Why am I talking to Vegeta about this?'
Vegeta snorted. "So that means time off, until a couple of weeks later when he comes crawling back?" It happened before, and she always took him back, which made Vegeta sick.
"No. Not that it is any of your business... But no. We're done for good this time," she said frowning at him.
Vegeta kept chewing his food, looking at his plate. "Good."
"Good?" She asked.
"Yes, it's a good thing you got rid of that pest, now you can focus your brain on things that matter". He said standing up taking his plate to the sink.
"Like what?" She asked, curious.
'Like me.' he almost answered, but his brain woke up and answered, "Like my Gravity Room." He said smirking and left the kitchen to a frowning woman. When he was walking up the stairs his smirk was replaced with a snarl. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he just lose brain function when he talked to her?
It had been two months since Bulma broke up with Yamcha, and she hadn't talked to him since. Vegeta had also been avoiding her like the plague, lately. He only asked her father for repairs and not even acknowledging her presence.
It was a relief at first, but then the house just became boring... Was she really such a pest when it came to men?
She wasn't a girl with many friends, especially females. There was little to no friendship with Chichi, her best friend's wife thought she was bad influence... maybe she was? There was only one girl friend she could call... Sarah. She knew about her life... her real life, the one with Dragon balls and aliens. Which was a secret for the rest of the world.
Although Sarah was pretty much the antithesis of Bulma... Where Bulma had been with only one boyfriend her entire life, Sarah was constantly changing partners. Bulma liked dangerous situations; Sarah preferred the danger in her life only in the bedroom. Bulma was interested in machines and inventions, Sarah wanted to go shopping. Bulma was a girly woman... mostly because she liked to counteract her boyish ways from time to time. But she did enjoyed going out with her friend sometimes.
And ever since Bulma broke up with Yamcha, Sarah had been pressing her to go out and have a fling. After two months of trying to get Bulma to go out, she finally ended up saying yes.
She wasn't interested in looking for a man that night, she just wanted to go out to a pub, get a drink, laugh with her friend, and that was it.
"But, Bulma, how are you going to know about how fun other guys are, if you keep mourning that asshole?!" Sarah whined at Bulma in the living room. Then Vegeta walked in, rolling his eyes when he saw Bulma's friend.
"Well, hello there, to you too Mr. Muscle!" She knew the guy was an alien... an alien god! as she liked to say. She also knew the guy was dangerous, but she couldn't resist, he was so damn hot!
Bulma dismissed Vegeta's reaction, and continued. "I'm not interested in a fling! If I decide to sleep with a guy, it's going to be because I have deeper feelings for him!"
Well that conversation peaked Vegeta's interest. He began to prepare his food slowly and quietly.
"Ugh you're such a prude sometimes!"
"I'm not a prude, but I was in a relationship with the same man for like fifteen years. I can't go out, just like that, looking for someone! It doesn't work like that, for me."
"Come on sweetie, it was really like five years, between so many on-and-offs... besides he died in the middle. Even wedding vows are 'til death do us part'."
Vegeta snorted from the kitchen, and Sarah turned to look at him. "You see, he agrees!"
Vegeta turned his back chewing his sandwich "Oh don't get me in this, Earthling."
"Come on, don't you agree she needs some?"
Vegeta coughed almost choking on his food. Then glared at the female. "Vulgar Earthling."
"Leave him alone, Sarah. You'll get yourself blasted" Bulma touched her ears. "I forgot my earrings, I'll be right back" She turned to Vegeta. "Do not kill her!" And she went upstairs.
"I don't promise anything!" When Vegeta looked back to his right he realized Sarah was closer than he first thought.
"So... I'm going to convince her to dance with guys tonight" She said smiling to Vegeta.
"And this matters to me,…because?" He said glaring at her.
"Oh I don't know, I thought it might bother you if Bulma found someone else she might like. After all, a woman has her needs, too. And from what I've heard, Yamcha didn't meet her needs for like a loooooong time before they broke up."
Vegeta was choking on his food again. He tried to swallow and regain his composure. "That's none of my business, Earthling."
"Oh well, I thought that you may have wanted to bang her, yourself. I must have been wrong. I mean, I thought after all the looks I've seen you give to her... but then again…" She said walking away from him.
Vegeta stood wide-eyed and pale.
Just then Bulma came back with her purse in hand looking at Sarah. "Ready?"
"Ready."
Then Bulma looked back at Vegeta. "Kami, are you ok?" she reached out her hand to touch his forehead, he was white!
He immediately jumped back as if she had the plague. "I'M FINE!" he growled, and walked back to the kitchen.
Bulma looked at her friend. "What was wrong with him?"
Sarah shrugged, smiling, and left with Bulma.
A/U: Like I said, any suggestion for the name of this story are welcomed!
This is going to be a short story, it was originally thought as a one-shot, but I guess it would be like 3 chapters.
Thanks!